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CAUGHT AT LAST. 

CAST OF CHARACTERS. 

Truxton Bfach, 

Isabel Beach, ///s wife. 

Tilly, Alatd. 






TIME OF PLAYING~-40 minutes. 



COSTUMES— Modern, 



STAGE DIRECTIONS. 

R., meRns Ki2:lit ; l., Left; ii. h., rtight Hanii ; L. n., L^ft 
Hhi]"! ; c., (Jentre; s. k., (2(1 k.i HHCond fintr.'HKv; \j. r. 
Upper En t ranee ; m. d. , Mvl«lle Door; f., the Flat: n. 
F., Door in Flat; r. c, Ptight ot Centre; l. C, Left of 
Centre. 

R. R. C. C. L. C. L. 

*^*Readex is supposed to be upon the stage facing audience. 



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SCENE. — Is laid in ihe upper parlor of a Nnv York 
hotel — R. E. leads io a balronjj, L. E. io Isabel and 
TRUXTON'S'/v»o/n; c. E. nriih draperies, opens inio a liall 
— chairs and iahle, irifh (ui electric lamp ()iir)iing on 
it, c; lights to turn up and down — an nno])ened box 
containing a domino on tcdde — Tilly is discovered 
appraacfiing c. from R. as en r fain rises. 

Tilly. Ah, liere's the. domiiui tlie Missis ordered for 
tbe ball to-uiglit. {t(fkes np box) I'll open it and see 
what it's like. ( starts to undo string 

Jsuhet. {heard call off c E.) Tilly! 

Tilly. {ilr<}j)s box) Yes, ma'aiu. 

Enter Isabel, c e. 

Isabel. Has my dojniiio come? 

■Tilly. Yes, maatn. There it is, nia'ara. (points 

Isabel. Did my linshaiid leave any iiiessML^e? 

Tilly. He' hasn't gone away, ma'am. He's out there 
on the l)al(*ony now. 

Jsa'ct. Why, be has an engagement to dine at his elub 
to-ni<.'lit. 

Tilly. He's waiting to see you, ma'am. He said it' 3^ou 
CHiiie in you were to stay here until he saw you. 

Isdhel. Stay here until he saw me! 

Tilly. Yes, ma'am. H© was hot about something, 
ma'ani. 

Jsabel. You mean lie was angry? 

TUly. Yes, ma'am. 

Jsdbel. What makes you think s^o? 

'JitUj. Well, he asked me q^uite plainly, where the devil 
yuu were, ma' am. 



4 CAUGHT AT LAST. 

Isabel He did! 

I'illy. Yes, ma'ain. Of course T wouldirt go so far as 
to sa}^ he was augry, iim'ain, but the wt)iclb iio iKsml — 

Isabel. What words? 

Tilly. 8 wear wuids, ma'am. 

Isabel. Was his faire red? 

l^illy. Yes, ma'am, very red. Aud liis eyes oli, bow 
they glared! 

Isabel. I've seen liim that way before. Jeah.usy: 
{looks off ^.) Sh-sh! 

Enter Truxton, k. f.., hair disordered, wares in his hand 
a cabinet fjh(^f<n/raf>h, and in striding ntelo-drauiafi- 
cally toward his nnle, sin/nldes <(,y<iins( Tilly. 

Truxton. {to 'Iillv ) (let out of liere! (exit Tilly c. 
E. ) Cniioht at last! Aft^r a year of married life, I have 
fouud you out! 

Isabel. Found me out? 

Trnxton. {angrily) You lieard wliat I said? 

Isahel. Be cahn, my denr. 

Trnxton. L am calm. I uever was calmer iu my life. 

Isattel. Yery well. Now, what's the mattHi? 

Trnxton. Matter enougli. 1 went into your* ro»jm teu 
minutes ago - 

Isabel. * Yes! 

Trnxton. On your dressing tabU I found tliis photo- 
graph, {waves a 

Isabel. Yes! 

Trnxton. It's a man! 

Isabel. What of that? 

Trnxton. Caught! { snaps his fingers) Caught! 

Isabel. Truxton, dear, becalm. 

Truxton. {n^ith tient) 1 tell you i am calm! Do I 
look angry? 

Isabel, {smiling a little' ) Oh no, not a bit. 

Truxton. Then let's hear no more of that. Explaiu 
this photograpli. 

Isabel. Let me see it. 

Truxton. L^t you see it? 

Isabel. Why not? 

Trnxton. 81iow you my liaud? Well, T guess uot! If 
you possess more than one tnau's picture, name them all! 

Isabel, i have no picture except George's. 



CAUGHT AT LAST. 5 

Ti'uxfon. Georgf" who? 

Isabf^l. Why, my hiot hpr (^eov^e, of conrs*^. 

Tni.rfon, This isn't your brother Cieorge, I onn fpH 

yon thai! 

Isahcl. Th<Mi tlieve's s<^T»)e niistake. 

TruxloH. {h(tn(h her f>ltol<>yraph) Does this h^ok like 
a mistake? 

Isahel. (hnrsL^ out hinfihing) Why, I'd forgotten all 
about this picture! it's (iustave Mahisca. 

( /'n<«yp.«? phoio on table 

Tni.rhni. The Hctor his picture in your room! 

Isahcl. {sfreellji) Vt^s. 

Triix on. You thought I wouMu't find it, didn't you? 

Jsnhrl. Don't l>e foolish, Tiuvton. Ihere's no sfnsft 
in vour getting angry 

frn.rloH. How nuiny titnes do I have to tell vou I'm 
not angry? I'm in i)ert'ect control of my temper. Where'd 
you get this thiiig? 

T.^nhf'l. Ai the matineo. 

TriLxlou. Vou went behind the .s^cenes? 

Jsohfl. Of course not, 

Tnixh n. Oh, I see. You )n(d him after the perfor- 
rnance, and he vtook you out in lunch and gave you his 
pliotogra|)h! 

IsdbfU. Nothing of tiie sort. These pictures were 
ijiven jnvay to everybody wlio attended "Tlie Charity Ball 
this Mftei-ii<»oii. 

Tni.rhm. Then why treasure it so CHrefiilly on your 
dressing table? 

I.^a' f'l. A })retty picture like tliat — 

Tru.tfon. A pretty picture like that? Ila! you adrairft 
him ? 

I^iohrl. Yc^, his acting. 

Tni.rloii. Bid you doti't put your husbanil's picture on 
your dressing table. 

Isabel, {fiin'ctly) Wliy slu)uld 1? J have the original 
]ip,.^i^ (points to lif-T lirart 

Trn.rto)i. ( softening) Isabel— per iia[)s I whs a little 
hasty, you know. Of course y<ni'ye a perfect right to k^ep 
this nVaus picture in your room if you want to. JJut it 
sort of soit ot makes me jeahnis, you see. 

Isifbr^t. (Sf/.s) Yes, i see. 

Trnxton. 'I'liat's my way 1 can't bear to think you like 



e CAUGHT AT LAST. 

anyone else. It's better than being the opposite and not 
caring wliom you like, isn't it? 

Isabel. Perhaps — it is. 

Truxton. {sits with cJuiir close to hers) You know I 
love you better than anybody else in the world, it's my 
love makes me act so. Do yoii remember when you ^ave 
me this ring? (holds tip hand ) And I promised never 
to part with it? Well, I never have, and 1 never will! 

Isdbel. {play i all I)) Until your love dies out. 

TrnxUm. That will never be. 

Isabel. Yes. {embraces him) Never! 

Truxton. Now let's forget all about this little misun- 
derstanding. We'll remain at home to-night and sjjend 
the evening together like we used to when we were tirst 
married. Just sit here and talk to each other. 

Isabel. Y(Ui have an engagement at your club? 

Truxton. I'll telephone them not to expect me, 

Isabel. But I'm going to the mabcj[uerade. 

Truxton. Masquerade? 

Isabel. Of course. 

Truxton. What masquerade? 

Isabel. To be given right on the roof of this liotel. 

Tru.r.'.on. '{rises) Why didn't you say something to 
Mfte about this before? 

Isabel. 1 told you of it last week, but you said you'd 
have to go to your club to-night. So I'm going alone, 
it's just a step. 

Truxton. Who is giving tliis ball? 

Isabel, [rises) 1 don't know. It's a benefit for some 
charity. 

Truxton. You'd better not try to fool me! 

Isabel, i'ni not trying to fool you. L just want to go, 
that's all. 

Truxton. I know you do. But why? Why? 

Isabel. For one reason, I've had a domino made ex- 
pressly lor to-night. 1 haven't seen it yet myself, {yoes 
io box) Don't you wau't to look at it? 

Truxton. i want to talk to yon. C'ome hetv. ( Isahkl 
goes to tiim) Will that actor JMalasca be there to-night? 

Isabel. How d'» 1 know? I'm sure it's immaterial to 
me whether he attends or nol? 

Truxton. You can eMsily |)rt>ve that statement, 

Isabel. What do you mean? 



CAUGHT AT LAST. f 

Truxion. Ton must not go to this ball I 

Isabel. Must not? 

TrvxtotL Shall uot! 

Isabel. You comui«iul me? 

Truxion. 1 comumud y(»u. It is my right 

Isabel. Audi refuse! it is my riglit! 

Trnxton. You deny the Muthority of a hn«hand? 

Isabel. I deny the authority (.1: a master! 

Truxfon. Remenibei-, this is a matter of life and death 
between us. Think before you answer. Are— you—going 
—to that— ball? 

Ixabel. 1 am! ,, ^ , / -i 

Truxfon. {sfrldiufi, R.) Very well. Go! (exit k. E. 
Isabel, (fakes up i>hofo) The cause ,>f all the trouble! 
[siaris lotciir it) No, I'll leav it lune for Tdly. The 
way she carries ou about that actoF, she must be crazy jii 
love witli hiui, the silly little thing! O^tfcrs uppenjrow 
iable and writes on photo— re<(ds) "¥01- Tilly." 

ISAin I- <lrni>s fdiofo on ttdde and starts to exit L., irtuni stje 
Itetu-s ntusir from the ballroom above, and stops Jar a 
moment lo listen. 

Enter TiLLY, 0. 1., ndJier cautiously, 

Tilh/. It's half past eight, ma'm. 

Jsahri Well? , . . 3 , , u 

TiUij. The ball has jUst started, ma am. Aren t you 

i^oiiig, ma'am? 

Isahcl. (C.) If anyone calls, we're not at home, i illy. 

Mr. Beach is going to' his club for the evening, and i am 

suffering with a hemlMche. 

Tilhj. But the ball - . , . v . t 

Isabel. I'm not going. Please allow nobody to disturb 

me. 1 shall not want anything until morning, so you 

needn't stay uj). ,^ • , t M'^'l^'^". 

Till (I. T'oo bad she ain't going, (faint strains of music 
from hallniom. are lieard) (iustaye Malasca gives the 
ball to-night it said so in this morning's paper. Oh, 
why has he never answered any of my letters? I can see 
hin'i up there now, his strong arm an. mid some la. y s 
wMist, his lips whispering sweet words into her ear. Oh, 
(lustave, if vour arm was only around my waist— if your 
lips were only whispering sweet words into my ear! Oh, 
to be close to you -feel the warm touch of your hand— 



S CAUGHT AT LAST 

dauce with you! [di.'^an'i^rs f>/n>lo <ni lahlc) Wliat's thi;^? 
His pliotogrMpli! (rfifds a/ofiil ) "lo I'illyl" An answer 
— an answHi- to my letters! He left this here t\>r; »ije aw 
bis way to the daiu-e! {reads) *'Uustnve Malnjica in thf 
eVharity Ball." C'liaiity Ball! That's the play this we.lv 
Hud that's Nvliat llmy're havin<_j up there to-iiight -a charity 
by!l! It's a message— from him! Oh, if I could oidy gol 
(.s/o/>.s suddenly and hide» pholo in dress) Well, wiiy 
not? The Mr. is going to liis club and the Mrs. has re- 
tired tor tlie night. { ffx's to ho.r qntchly and lakes oui 
domino) Nobody would ever kiiowl 

Elder Truxton, k. e., qnicklij, surprisefi Titj-Y, ivho Irles 
lo hide domino. 

Truxton. What are you hiding behind yon there? 

Tilly. {exliibilin(j domino) I was just looking at Mrs. 
Beaeh's'doiiuno, sir-. 

Ti-nxUfH. bet me see it. (fakrs domino in his lian<l, 
looks (d il a ■momctd intently, then Ihrars it on tnhtr icdh 
exclamffiion of dis(/nst ) Do you know unytiiiiig ;d)oiit rin 
Rctor named (Justave Malusca? 

Tilly, {sfartleil) L, sir? Oh, my, how nou staitl.,! 
mt% sir? 

Trnxton. (with suspicion) So you d«> know s<une- 
thing, hey? 

Tilly. \'es, sir, a little. 1 hear, sir, nml see s .me- 
thing of him, now and then, si?-. 

Truxton. All — ha! As 1 thought. I >oes he (vurie her<q 
Tery often? 

Tilly. No, 'sir, I can't say that he does. ()|i. picas*-', ^iir, 
don't tell an \' body I told ytui it's a S(>cr»'t. and he w < .11 Idn'l 
want anyone to know it r«»r the world i>ut he was lietH to- 
night, sir. 

Trnxton. He was! So that's how the w^iiid blow:^! 
What time was lie here? 

Tilly. I don't kiu.w, sir. 

Truxton. You saw liim come in, didn't you? 

Tdly. No, sir. 

Truxton. What time did he leave? 

Tilly. I don't know, sir. 

Trnrion. Come, come, didn't y^u sef» him at all? 

Tilly. No, sir. 

Trnxton. Then how do vou know he waw here? 

Tilly. 1—1 that is hi; 



CAUGHT AT LAST. 5 

Truxton. Tell the, trutli. 

T///?/. No— he leit a pliotograph o£ iumseU li^re on thft 

table, sir. , . i -it 

TrinrUm. inside, madly ) So Hints liou h1.i« goj- ^t- 
{aloud) 'lell me, does tliis immh AIhihscr piny tu-iiighti' 

Tilln. No, sir, he gives the i)all to-uiglil. 

Trtixioii. Mnlasca gives tlie ball? 

Tilly. Yes, sir. t , -ii. 

Trux'on. That's all I wai.t to know, {goes hack mth a 
sirpiifirenl gU(M(^ at Hh' (lomin(>) Sb.e goes t«> the ball, 
does'slieV ' fc>o! 'We shall see, we shall seel {exd C. E. 

.S//-(////s of nuif^ic, louder, are hmrd 'V1JA.Y looks off G.E, 
a.nd 1:., I hen hurriedly dons domino and dances a few 
steps. 

Tilhi. Ill risk it! 

{turns liqhf down loiv in limp, men exds c. E, 
Isabel. [^ heard call < ff L. ) Truxton ! Truxton I 

Enter Isabel, l. e. 

Trnstonl gone! And I could have ended the whole quar- 
rel 111 a minute just hv saying 1 wouldn't go to the bfdl. 
But I WHS too pig-headed. And now he's gone away angry. 
I don't l)larue hiui a bit, I wasn't at all nice about it. I 
hope he won't come home late. He usually does- from 
the club. 1 suppose the ouly thing tor me to do is to go 
to my room and sit up until he comes. 

(exit Isabel, l. e. — voices heanl out side 

Enter iHUxroN, C. E., leadinxj Tilly in fiomi//o — TkuxtON 
is- rompli'frly disqnised in tdack mask, cap and (f<nmi. 
It will he neressarij for him to t>elray his identdy to 
the audience bii letling his mask drop, irhirh 'I'lLLY 
does not see; he must also impress the pond from tnne 
to time, ttiat he thinks Tilly is lsABb:L. 

Truxton. {very polilehi h((ndinf/ her in) Allow me, 
mv dear madam, we may eont nue our tete-a-tete here. 
'IW'I. iorercome) Oh, Mi. MahiSCM, you nre so kind! 

Truxton' Not id alK mv d-^ar uvulnm, not at all. Pray 
be seated, (they sit ) I'h.- heal l^ oppiessive tins evening. 
Allow me the nsr of y.mr fan. U<nis her 

Tilly. Isn't it .lark? 

Truxton, Shall I turn u[> the light? 



10 CAUGHT AT LAST. 

Tilly. No, uo, no! I love the darktiess. All th© 
romantic things happen at night. 

TriLvion. How true! When two peo[)le are alone in 
the (laik, ,tlieir souls seeni to reach out for each other, and 
unfold, like flowers! 

Tilhi. That sounds just like your ac*ting! Oh, I've 
been hx^king forward for weeks, to this ball, in the hope 
that L could come, and meet you face to face. 

Tru.r on. Then you knew I would be here? 

Till If. Why, of course, that's the only reason [ camn! 
(Tkuxton stru(j(/l('s to coidrol his JeeiiiUfn) I will never 
forget how grand — how noble you Avere in "The Lady of 
Lyons." How wonderfully you spoke those lines: 

"It is tiie ^)rin'*e tliou lovest, not the tnan; 
If in the stead of luxury, pomp and power, 
1 had painted poverty and toil and rnvt% 
Thou hadst found no honey on my tongue. Pauline, 
That is not love!" 

Tnixlon. You liked it? 

Tilln. It wentriglit to my heart! You lived the life of 
ihe poor gardener's son. You were Claude Melnotte! 

Trnrton. Thank you, nuidam, thank you. 

7V////. One week a rough barbarian in Ingomar, th© 
next a polished New York gentleman in Young Mrs. 
AA^inthrop. Captain Swift! Virginius! Romeoi 

Trnxlon. You remember them well. 

Tilly. Oh, I have f«>l lowed you from week to week, 
through every play, word by word, scene by scene, drink- 
ing deep into my heart the grand speeches you lavished 
. ui)on your audience! 

Tni.rl<yn. {drprecdlintjln) You are very kind. 

Tilhj. It's not kind at all, I just can't help it! You're 
so tine! I just can't resist your eyes! During David 
Garrick 1 cried something awful. 

Tntxfou. {suhdtting his feelings and trying to iwiiale 
Malasoa) 1 am sure 1 appreciate such a sincere triluite 
to my humble art. 

Tilly. In the third act w here you gave Ada back to her 
father, you looked straight at me! And.l thought that, 
like David Garrick in the story, you were plnying that 
niiiht, for me, and me alone. 

Truxton. 1 was. 



CA UGHT A T LAST. 11 

Tilly. Oh, Mr. Maksca, how you flatter me! Why, you 
don't know who I ajii! 

Trvxlon. Not know you? You, for whose single joy I 
have lived to play each wet^k — wliose tearful eye and gay 
laugh i waited for and watched —whose slightest * smile 
meant more to me than plaudits of |)opulace or public 
print? Know you? Why, lean feel your presence near 
me now! 

Til If/. Oh, 8ay that all over again. 

Tni.rlon. 1 mean it, every word. 

Tilly, {suddenly) Did you leave a picture of yourself 
anywiiere to-day? 

Tnr.rlon. Yes. 

Til'y. Where? 

Tffi.rUfii. In the [)arlor of this hotel — for yow! 

Tilly. 1 found it-- and here it is— next my lienrt thift 
moment! 

Trn,rh>,i. Ah! 

Tilly. But why did you go away l)efore I had a cli nice 
to see you? 

Tni.rlon. I thought I shav Mr. l>each coming. 

Till I/. ( )h, that old fool — lif'd iiever catch on! ( THr'XTON 
r/rr.*;/>s, sliuis up, but siis (njain (tbruplly) \\h<\{:?. the 
m alter? 

Trnxlini. No-thing— nothing at all I'm a hit nervous 
at times. 

TUhj. Why haven't you answered my letters? 

Tnirion. Letters! What letters? 

Tilly. 1 have written y»»u a long letter every night for 
a mouth. 

Trnxlon. (groans) Oli! 

Tilly, ipouling) Yes, and L think you might have 
answeied them — so there! 

Trnxlon. {hesilaUng) Ah you see — I get so many 
letters so Aery many letters -my manager— ah insists 
on destroying them. 

Tilly. That's a shame! they were perfectly loveh I 
They told all about my Avish to meet you sometim , my 
dreams of you — my hope to become an actress sometime - 

Tnu'loii. You want to go on the stage? 

Tilly. Why, I'm taking a correspondence course in 
acting now! I'm just hungry to go on the stage! 

Traxton. Perhaps it can be arranged. 



12 C AUGHT AT LAST. 

Tilly. Oh, Mr. Malasca, how 1 thank you for those 
ATords! 

Tnixion. Yf»s. since th*^ tirst night I saw your pensive 
ffice before me I hnve hoped to give opportunity to the 
phistic ability I couhi disceni in your sensitive features. 
Thoughts of you hnve made the dull rotitiiie of acting 
^Icrious always in rehearsal I worked toiled sla\ed - 
that 1 might better satibfy the fair critic whom 1 had 
t earnest to love! 

Knler Isabel, l. e., stands and listens a mnmeni. 

Till}/. You love me? 

Trtixioii. Does the sun shine by day and the moon by 
night? Are the stars fixed to their iionies in the sky? 
Doubt til-.' burns, but do not doubt I love yon? 
(IsABi' i-.^/crs (I lotv cry and hides heln'nd drajwries a/ c. E. 

Till 11 . W ii.irs that' noise? 

Trfi'rlon. (i-isrsand looks ahonl) Did you liear any- 
lliing? 

Tillji. {/ri(/l(letted) Somebody cried out! 

Trii,rlon. [ (fo^'S up and lo<tks off r. K. ) Probably it 
came friun the room opposite. {cotNes dotrn, sils) We 
are alone he e. {l<tkps her hand 

Tilhj. Ijisten! {Ihey lislen ond hear nolliim/ } Iniust 
have i)een mistaken. { she ferls riny on his Jiiiyer) You 
have a ring oti youT' finger? 

Triirfon. X", not uiuch of a ring. 

Tilhi. Yon have one— i felt it on y»)ur hand. 

Tnirlon. Well? 

Till II . (iive it to me. 

Tr'xlan. What for? 

77 ///. 'lo seal your lore. 

Tfn.rlnii. No, no, it's only a plain gohl ring like hnn« 
dreds of others. 

Tdlij. Its yours L want it. 

TrnxloiL {slarls up and paces, K. ) 1 cannot don't 
ask me. 

77////. Why not? Just a plain gold ring? 

Tnixton. I promised never to part with it. 

Tilitj. Promised a ^^*onlan? 

Trn.rlnH. Yes, 

77//,^. Then I must have it T shall have it! Please- 
please! You told me just now IIihI you loved me prove 



CAUGHT AT LAiST, liS 

it' 

Truxfon. That wouldn't prove it. 

Ttlly. ItAvonld! Au actrebs j^ave y<>ii tliMt ring -you 
premised her. Griv© it to iiie aud you prove \oiu' love for 
iiie. 

Tnurfon. No, no. 

Tilly. Either that or we part. 

Tnixion. W ell — on one coiulition. 

Til hi. Nauje it. 

Trnxlo)i. Thnt you give me your answer now. 

I'lllt/. I promise, ( he pldc-s fhr riiiy (ni her fiiicffir 

Trnxlon. And now — yoin* answer. 

Tilly, {comes l<> his arms) My darlirjg! 

Truxion. {etnhnices ker ) Tlieu vou w ill come with lue'-* 

Till I/. Where? 

Truxiou. {stage whisper) To Chicago — the midnight 
train. 

Tilly. To-niglit? 

Truxion. To-night. Gather what wardrobe you caa 
and mt-et me at the eariiage door in ts-u miautes. 

Tilly. We ean he togethtti- forever? 

Truxion. Forever. Will you come? 

Tilly. Ves! 

Truxion. (shakes her rout/hly) Woman, woman, what 
have you done? (tears of his masi,- ) Look on my Uc^\ 
{he tears off her masli: and slarts hack in dismay he puts 
his hands bejore his fare, mid TiLLY rushes out h. wilhoul 
turniucf her ht^ad so 1sabI':l does not see her ///.(•<' -Isabel 
turns up light, comes down and tidies Tilly's place ~ 
Truxtox lurus) What do you mean by — {sees ISABhiL) 
Why — I that is. you know — 

Isabel, {coldly) I know. 

Truxion. 1 thought you were going, so I went, too. No, 
that isn't it. 

Isabel. Not quite it. 

Truxion. As a sort of a joke ~{t fie y face a moment) 
You see — 

Isabel. I see. 

Truxion. Isabel — 

Isabel, {waves tmn back) Oh! 

Trnxlon. My dear — 

Isabel. This is why you ordered me tostav at home to. 
night. Anti like a t'uol, i obeyed! And this li my reward 



14 a A TIGHT A T LA ST. 

— to fiiul you with a strange woman! 

Trujclon. Oh, Isabel — ■ 

Isabel. So you gave her the ring, did you? — the ring 
you promised to take from your finger only when your love 
for me liad died? 

Truxlon. Listen — 

JsciifL You h)ve her? Very well, go to her. Don't 
mistake me, I'm not angry. No, no, iio, not angry, i am 
cool. 1 am cold. Ice! 

Triij'fon. But — 

l^dhel. Did yoa not take that maskeil woman in your 
aims and make love to her? {he nods) And arrange to 
eK)i)e with her to Chicago to-niglit? 

Ti-n,vf(ni. Let me explain — 

li<(ibeL Wliat is there to ex])lain? It's all over. I'm 
going — away- liom — here. {crosses L. 

Truxton. l-^ahel, wait! ther-^'s something else! i^ivith 
back i timed, she ivaifs for him to go on) 1 thought you 
weie going to the ball to-night— (//^s //a /(^.s) I saw the 
domino you were going to wear — (hesitates) And I tried 
to find you to— to — 

Isabel, {turns on hiui) To trap me! 

Trnxloif. (groans) Yes. P>ut 1 made a mistake and 
got the wrong woman. 

/s(d^el. [advances to c.) Don't lie — you only make it 
worse! 

Trnxion. It's the truth. 

Isabel. No, no. {throws her head on fable and sobs 

Truxton. Forgive me. (she is sobbing desperately) 
Go your way, and I will go mine. It had to come to this 
sooner or later — I am unworthy the love of a good, true 
woman like you. Good-bye, • Isabel. Wherever you go, 
remember, always, that i love you still. Ilemend^er, al- 
ways, that you may return to me to-morrow or in ten years. 

Isabel, (starts np) I believe you! But this masked 
woman — this Thing who said she loved you — who is she — 
where is she? (starts L. 

TnLxton. It was Tilly. 

Isabel (iucredulonsly) Tilly? It couldn't be! 

Truxton. It was. She stole your domino and went to 
the ball. I took her for v<JU. 



CA UGHT AT LAST, V> 

Enier Tilly, l. e., drcfi-cd for sircei, ivifh domino under 

her arm. 

Tilly, (/o Isabel) Here's your (loinino, ma'am, {hands 
it to hn- — io Tkuxiox) Your ring. sir. 

{hands if lo hi)n, ihe}i goes io c. E. 

Tilly. I'j:! going, ma'am. 

Isid^el Tilly! 

Tilly. Yes, ma'am. 

ls(i>el. (wilk a smile io TtiJJXTO^) Dou't go. It's all 
right. 

CURTAIN. 

THE END. 



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Drama in S arts, by William K. Si/(r)\ Esq.. for 11 nuth and J^ fennxf 
characters. Time of pt^rj'orntanre, fi hours. 



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An Aiiteolianibfr of the P;il;ice of Vd-sn iiles— Tlie Kingr's riviil Arvival of 

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